The Journal

I admit it was handy at first. My friend, Roger, and I found it at a thrift store while looking for retro game consoles it might possibly have. I happened by the book section and noticed it sticking out. I decided to grab it just to have something to jot notes in. Once I bought it along with an old N64 and a copy of gauntlet legends we headed home.

“You down to play?” Roger asked.

“Yeah, give me a sec,” I replied, putting the journal on a table.

Roger picked the red warrior while I picked the blue wizard. A few hours into playing we heard a thud as if something had fallen. We looked to see the journal on the floor.

“Huh, weird,” I said. “I could’ve sworn I didn’t set it on the edge.”

I stood up and went over to it.

“While you’re over there, can you fix something to eat?”

“Yeah sure, let me see what we…”

“Is something wrong?”

“There’s writing in this journal.”

“I thought you said it was blank?”

“I did. I flipped through it and didn’t see anything but now something has apparently been written on the first page.”

“Well, what does it say?”

I began reading the journal. To our surprise, it described exactly what we had been…